Boone's Cowboy [Rescue for Hire 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (8 page)

“I don’t think you have anything to be worried about,” Flynn informed him and kissed Boone on the corner of his sweet mouth. “There’s still a little light left. Would you like to see the place? If you haven’t had supper yet, I’ll be happy to share what’s in my Crock-Pot.”

“Sounds good to me.” Boone smiled.

Flynn had to take one more kiss. The kiss turned into another then another. Boone tasted like heaven and felt so good under Flynn’s wandering hands. Before long, Flynn had Boone up on the tips of his toes and their bodies plastered together. He decided Boone belonged in his arms and wanted to keep him there as much as he could.

Reluctantly, he let Boone go. “How about a quick tour and then we can go in the house?”

“Are we starting in the hay loft?” Mischief danced in Boone’s velvety brown eyes.

“Not tonight, pretty baby.” Flynn laughed, happy Boone’s cockiness was back. “Come into the barn. I’d like you to meet Smoky, Wendy, and a few others.”

Flynn was pleasantly surprised that Boone knew his way around horses. He and Wendy in particular had a connection. He watched Boone’s face light up as he looked around the barn’s interior, checking out the individual stalls, bales of hay in the corner, and the barn cats milling about.

Boone breathed in deeply before giving Flynn a beautiful brown-eyed wink. “I love the smell of hay and horses. Maybe that’s why I think you’re the best smelling man I’ve ever met.”

Flynn pulled Boone to him by sifting his fingers through the silky hair on the back of his neck. He kissed Boone, swiping his tongue over the man’s luscious lips. The chemistry between them sizzled. Flynn contemplated taking Boone up to the hay loft the man kept teasing him about. In the end, Flynn decided he wanted to know more about the intriguing man. So before he got too carried away, Flynn released Boone. He ignored Boone’s protest and grabbed his hand before walking out of the barn. Flynn paused just outside the barn door.

“Would you like to put your bike in the barn?” he asked.

Boone’s eyes widened. “Just for the evening or all night?”

Boone took a large bite of chicken smothered in rice and mixed vegetables. A thick slice of homemade bread slathered with butter joined the chicken concoction on his plate, along with a scoop of applesauce.

“Where do you find the time to make fresh bread in between being a cowboy and a carpenter?” he asked.

“It doesn’t take much to throw some water and a box of bread mix into a machine and press a button,” Flynn answered.

Boone studied Flynn without his straw cowboy hat. Before when Flynn wasn’t wearing it, Boone had been more interesting in other things. For instance, a wonderful hair-covered chest and a massive cock pounding him into the mattress.

Now he could see the man wasn’t hiding a receding hairline, that was for sure. He had thick, wavy, light-brown hair with a crease where the band of the hat had encircled his head. Throw in startling green eyes and a short beard, and with or without the hat, Flynn was a handsome man.

“I still don’t understand why you’re both.” From what Boone had seen when he arrived, the place was huge. It didn’t make sense having two jobs when running the farm looked as if it would take up most of a person’s time. Boone had a sudden thought. Maybe Flynn was strapped for money?

“This farm has been in my family for generations. My father was the one that decided to switch from milk cows to raising beef cows. That turned out to be a profitable decision,” Flynn explained. “I loved the farm but knew my older brother would take it over. So I did the next best thing for me. I learned the carpentry trade.”

“You have an older brother?” In Boone’s mind, he could see an older version of Flynn.

In a low, quiet voice, Flynn answered, “He died.” His green eyes held so much pain Boone bled for him.

Boone reached over and put his hand on Flynn’s arm. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Every year my parents and Flyntt flew down to Texas and attended a beef cattle convention. Five years ago, they were in a taxi on the way to their hotel when someone ran a red light and broadsided them.” Flynn flipped his hand over, and Boone laced their fingers together. “By the time my younger brother and I got down there, they were gone.”

“I’m sorry,” Boone said, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, me too.” Flynn took a deep breath before letting it out. “Anyway, that’s when I took over the farm. Now I only take on special carpentry jobs for certain people.”

“I’d say Cade and Bret are special people, that’s for sure. So, you have a younger brother?” Boone couldn’t help but be curious about Flynn’s sibling.

“Yes. Flyer is everything his name implies. He flies everything he can get his hands on and does anything where he can be around planes. He’s hard to pin down.” Flynn’s green eyes shined with love when he talked about his brother. “Right now he’s working in Chicago at O’Hare as an air traffic controller. Next week he could be flying someone into the wilds of Alaska. He does whatever suits him at the moment. Although, I think he’s in Chicago because of a certain someone.”

“He sounds fun. I’d like to meet him sometime,” Boone said.

Flynn’s laugh came deep from his belly. “You two together would be a sight to see. I’m not sure if I would need bail money or extra hospital insurance by the end of the day.”

“Are you insinuating I’m a bit wild, Mr. Wakefield?” Boone batted his eyelashes at Flynn.

“I love your wildness, pretty baby.” Flynn’s voice was low and deep.

Flynn’s deep-green eyes seemed to suck him under a spell that consisted of thick waves of desire and longing. Boone knew the evening would end with Flynn’s arms around him and his cock deep in Boone’s ass. Part of him wanted to jump right into bed, but Boone also wanted to build something solid with the man.

So instead of climbing into Flynn’s lap, although he planned on doing that shortly, he asked, “Did you buy any cows at the auction you were attending when we met?”

“Actually I did. They should be arriving at the end of the week.” Flynn bit into a piece of bread with straight white teeth.

“So you found something you liked?” Boone wanted to know more about Flynn’s life and thought talking about the cows might be a way to do it.

Flynn took a sip of his beer. “I found a couple of cows I liked, but my special buy this time was bull number one eighteen. Last year my old bull died, so this is a great time to introduce some new blood into my herd.”

“Aren’t bulls dangerous? I thought everyone used artificial insemination these days.” Boone wondered if Flynn would let him try and ride it.

“Whenever you are around that bull, be extra careful. They can act like a playful puppy one minute, and the next second, they’re crushing you against a fence or wall,” Flynn warned. “As for artificial insemination, sometimes the old ways work best.”

Boone smiled at Flynn. “I can’t think of anything better than old-fashioned sex unless it’s new-fashioned sex or spur-of-the-moment sex—”

“Let’s get these dishes cleaned, and then we can see what comes up,” Flynn interrupted and abruptly stood.

Boone would have been offended by Flynn cutting him off, but the prominent bulge in the man’s pants told him that his immediate future included a lot of fun.

Quickly, the two set the large country kitchen back in order. Boone wasn’t one of those people who noticed much about houses. He either liked them because they felt homey, or he didn’t. Flynn’s old two-story farm house felt like home.

* * * *

Flynn grabbed Boone’s hand and led him out of the kitchen and through the formal dining room. When they reached the living room, he stopped.

“Would you like to watch television for a while or see the rest of the house?” he asked. His mama had trained politeness into him even if he wanted to do other things.

Boone never hesitated. “I’d like to see the rest of the house.”

Flynn liked it that he and Boone were on the same page. He’d had a semi hard-on since Boone had rolled his cycle into his barn and allowed Flynn to lock the door for the night. As far as Flynn was concerned, the only part of the rest of the house Boone was going to see consisted of his bedroom.

Halfway up the stairs, Flynn turned around and sat down. Leaning back, he looked at a smiling Boone. “One more step and you’ll be at the perfect height.”

“I like the way you think, cowboy,” Boone said before taking that step.

“Now lose the pants and let me taste,” he ordered.

Boone’s pants and underwear ended up sailing down the stairs. Flynn would have laughed at the man’s enthusiasm, but he was too busy cupping Boone’s ass cheeks and pulling him closer until Boone was spread wide and standing at the perfect height for him to explore, with his mouth.

Flynn licked the dripping slit of Boone’s prick. The man must like his fruit juices because he tasted sweet.

“Flynn,” Boone cried out and pulled his hips back.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Flynn said. “Bring that back over here.”

Boone obeyed and pushed the spongy head covered in soft skin against Flynn’s lips. Flynn opened his mouth and proceeded to lick every inch of it. Flynn encircled Boone’s hips, loving it that his hands were large enough that he could still lovingly cup Boone’s ass cheeks with his fingers.

Flynn began to suck hard on the head of Boone’s cock. Boone’s legs stiffened, and a hand came down on Flynn’s head. Fingers tangled in Flynn’s hair, grasping the ends until pain lanced through his scalp. Flynn let go of the tasty cock in his mouth.

“Let go,” Flynn ordered.

“Flynn, please….” Boone gasped.

The fingers in Flynn’s hair loosened, and Finn rewarded Boone by sucking his cock in deep. When the head bumped into the back of Flynn’s throat, he swallowed. Boone cried out and struggled to thrust his hips forward.

Flynn controlled Boone with his hands, not allowing him to move. Using his mouth, he proceeded to fuck Boone’s cock. Every time Boone’s cock touched the back of Flynn’s throat, he swallowed, pulling whimpers and groans from the sexy man.

He slid his middle finger into Boone’s crack searching for the tiny rosette. Flynn sucked hard on Boone’s cock and rubbed a fingertip over the wrinkled flesh of Boone’s asshole. Under his fingers, Flynn felt his pretty baby begin to tremble from head to toe.

Boone leaned over and moved his hands to the steps above Flynn’s head and grabbed on hard. Flynn loosened his grip on Boone’s hip. Boone immediately started thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock deep down Flynn’s throat.

Flynn let Boone establish an even rhythm of thrusts. When Boone’s hips stuttered a bit, and he felt Boone’s cock lengthen, Flynn pushed his finger into Boone’s ass.

Boone arched back and helplessly thrust his hips forward. If Flynn hadn’t been holding him, Boone would have pitched backward down the stairs. Hot cum poured down Flynn’s throat.

“Flynn….damn…. shit….Flynn,” Boone screamed.

Not letting the man relax, Flynn moved his finger around, stimulating Boone even more. The man’s body shook, and another spurt of cum coated Flynn’s tongue. The salty taste wasn’t bitter, and Flynn easily could become addicted to the flavor.

Boone started to collapse over Flynn, so Flynn lowered his shoulder and hoisted him into the air.

“Holy shit, Flynn,” Boone said. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

Nobody would call Boone a twink, and he was heavier than he looked. But Flynn was strong from back-breaking work. Ignoring Boone’s protests, he turned and climbed the stairs. He had one goal in mind, and that was to reach the bedroom straight down the hall before the strangulation of jean material permanently damaged his cock.

He lowered Boone onto the antique four-poster bed and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. Flynn enjoyed the sight of the round globes of Boone’s ass that were presented in such a delectable way while he tore off his T-shirt, pushed his jeans down, and kicked them out of the way.

Naked and ready for a little skin-on-skin action, Flynn slid his hands up Boone’s sides, catching his T-shirt with his thumbs and exposing creamy, tan skin along the way. He couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing the small of Boone’s back. The kisses soon turned into licks with a hint of teeth.

“Flynn,” Boone said and started squirming around. The T-shirt ended up sailing through the air, a casualty of Flynn’s impatient fingers.

Flynn leaned over and pulled out the top dresser drawer. Reaching in, he grabbed a few condom packets and a tube of slick. Dropping the condoms next to Boone, he opened the slick and squeezed some onto his fingers.

Without preliminaries, Flynn shoved one finger into the paradise where his straining dick wanted to be.

“Damn it, Flynn.” Boone’s fingers clawed at the golden comforter covering the bed.

“Am I hurting you?” Flynn asked as he slid another finger in beside the first.

Boone’s ass thrust back, pushing Flynn’s fingers in deeper. “No, but you’re making it hard to think.”

“Thinking is overrated,” Flynn stated and pushed finger three in.

“Uhn.” Boone braced one hand on the bed and reached down with the other and started jacking off his dripping prick.

A few minutes later, another protest echoed through the room when Flynn pulled his fingers out of Boone’s ass. Efficient movements had the condom on and Flynn’s dick greased up.

“Deep breath and push out, pretty baby,” Flynn said into the man’s ear as he lined up his cock and pushed inside Boone’s sweet, warm paradise.

“Fuck, you’re big,” Boone bit out.

Flynn stopped moving. “Are you complaining?” he asked.

“No, now move.” Boone ass muscles clamped down on Flynn’s dick.

His patience at an end, Flynn granted Boone’s wish and started thrusting hard. The tight heat was heaven and made Flynn’s balls pull up. Gritting his teeth, he changed the angle of his thrusts and nailed that bundle of nerves that had Boone howling in pleasure.

A vise-like grip clamped down on Flynn’s dick as cum streaked onto the comforter under Boone’s body. The quivering muscles triggered Flynn’s own orgasm and spunk burst out of his dick and filled the condom.